Why I Love My Big Brother Lenny

I love my big brother Lenny becauze he is nice and kind and doesnt treat me like Im littel. Leik yesterday we crossed teh street and Lenny said I culd go first and didnt even haf to wait for the lite if I didnt want too. Taht is why I love my brother Lenny.

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Ah, big brother memories. He used to put me in a head lock, or “rope burn” my arm, or do the “why are you hitting yourself? ” thing. Once we were playing “cops and robbers,” and he tied my hands behind my back, tied my feet together, and then just left. After yelling for my mom for about ten minutes, I started hopping down the hall looking for help. I fell flat on my face and split my lip. I’ll never forget seeing the ground rushing toward my face, and not being able to use my hands to stop it. Now that we’re all grown up, he’s a great guy, but those were some learning experiences, for sure. :/

I have two older brothers. They used to enjoy tying my hands behind my back and my feet together, sticking me in a closet, and soaping the inside door knob. My oldest brother once pushed me down the cellar stairs, and I’m not sure which of us was more surprised that I was absolutely fine.

The look on Lenny’s face is pretty much how my older brothers looked at me. I’m not nearly as cute as Nathan, though.

LOL! Love the sweet little Nathan and the evil older brother.
I’m the second of two girls, no brothers. I think it’s different with girls, the aggression is not as physical as with boys, it’s more mental (teasing, name calling, mean little tricks) but older sister get the point across just the same.

hee! I would clarify that those perfectly dignified adult human names suddenly become hilarious when applied to ridonkulous tiny baby pups and kittens and such. And, as pointed out below, yes, carl too!

I hate to burst anyone’s bubble but as the older sister I can state for a fact it’s not a boy thing . Don’t believe me ? Ask my sister if she wants to play circus knife thrower with grandpa’s darts !
(Hey I was GOOD ! I only nailed her once in the 20 min. we were playing.)
Any older sibs remember tapping on the same spot on the forehead with one finger till your younger sib. begged for mercy ?

So did I. Mainly I got the better of them – apart from the day they locked me in the front garden and threw all my cuddly toys AND my underwear (giant navy blue school gym knickers) out of the bedroom window onto the front lawn.

One younger brother, but we were only about a year and a half apart. I was (against my will) a tackling dummy and wrestling partner. Not to mention his more subtle forms of torture like putting pee in my Love’s Baby Soft.

My brother would argue that having three older sisters is worse. My Mom used to say that girls fight dirtier, e.g. they plot, scheme and brew, so the fight lasts longer. Boys just beat each other up. Even my two boy cats do that sometimes, even though they are 13. Acouple of rounds, then they are curled up together!

Weighing in on the big brother/little sister issue. I had one brother 8 years older, so he was *always* bigger than me, and one brother 6 years younger, who followed me around like a baby duckling until he was about 6, then he got super annoying for a few years, and then quickly got too big for me to beat up anymore so I had to just kind of suck it up and play nice. We get along fantastically now but I can still remember all too well when he used to karate-kick my bedroom door because he didn’t think that big sisters should have privacy. (The horror)